【書摘】女囚—嫉妒的真實與想像 (Reality and imagination of Jealousy) 2
Mais j’avais beau me le demander, la personne qui se posait la question et la personne qui pouvait offrir le souvenir n’étaient, hélas, qu’une seule et même personne, moi, qui se dédoublait momentanément, mais sans rien s’ajouter. J’avais beau questionner, c’était moi qui répondais, je n’apprenais rien de plus. Je ne songeais plus à Mlle Vinteuil. Né d’un soupçon nouveau, l’accès de jalousie dont je souffrais était nouveau aussi, ou plutôt il n’était que le prolongement, l’extension de ce soupçon...
(l’édition Gallimard, Paris, 1946-47)
可是我再怎麼問自己也是枉然，因為提出問題的人，和能夠提供回憶的人，唉，都是同一個人，就是在下唄，一時間我有了兩重真身，可是一點也沒變得高大些。不管我怎麼提問，總是我自己來回答，毫無新的結果。我已經不去想凡德伊小姐了。由一種新的猜疑引起的驟然發作的嫉妒，使我感到痛苦不堪，它也是一種新的嫉妒，或者說是那種新的猜疑的持續和延伸……
(p.86~87 追憶似水年華 V 女囚 聯經版 1992)
But in vain might I ask the question, the person who put it and the person who might supply the recollection were, alas, one and the same person, myself, who was momentarily duplicated but without adding anything to my stature. Question as I might, it was myself who answered, I learned nothing fresh. I no longer gave a thought to Mlle. Vinteuil. Born of a novel suspicion, the fit of jealousy from which I was suffering was novel also, or rather it was only the prolongation, the extension of that suspicion…
(Translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff)
But I asked these questions in vain, the person asking and the person who could supply the memory were, alas, one and the same person, myself, who could split himself in two for a moment, but could not add anything to himself. All my questioning was useless. I myself was giving the answers and I learned nothing new. I had stopped thinking about Mlle Vinteuil. Born of a new suspicion, the fit of jealousy I was suffering was also new, or rather it was simply an extension, a prolonging of this new suspicion…
(Translated by Carol Clark)
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